[ She immediately looks at her wrist and the glowing band of light there. The Glory Regalia, embodiment of the spark of creation and held together by the will of the angel who wished to experience the joy of the creator himself... Lucifer. ]
Why did you... why does Metatron want to destroy me like he wanted to destroy you? Am I that much of a threat to the architecture of heaven because I have the fragment of The Creator now?!
[ She's trembling, because she's too worked up over this. Savia stands her ground though, even though waves of emotion are crashing over her. ]
Metatron instigated a war because he wants complete obedience of man to Heaven! He wants to destroy the free will you gave man and I never asked to be your conduit!!
[ Lucifer can only tilt his head at the expression that darkens on her face, wondering if maybe the food was not agreeing with her. However, that's not the case. Not with the words trembling from her lips and defensive tone to them.
Metatron? Creator? ] I--
[ He hardly has the breath to utter a word when she continues, words sharp to cut the air with. Lips press together as the words lash out and he merely takes it with patience. He does not recognize Savia, nor does it ring any memories of his time alive, so while there is some misunderstanding here.. it still strikes a cord in her.
He tries to be sympathetic. ] I'm afraid I have no recollection of what it is you're talking about, but even so.. I'm sorry that it has caused you such stress and pain.
[ This gives Savia a moment to recover from her freak out because this Lucifer... seems oddly reassuring. The Lucifer she knew, wouldn't have been like this. He was an ass, as far as she could tell. Or rather, so hopped upon his own ego and his abilities that he would never relate to a human in this way.
So she looks at him, dumbfounded and fiddling her hands. ]
You don't?
[ Savia grasps her left wrist, the bracelet of light on it shining in the lights of the festival around there. ]
It's... it's an uncommon name.
[ She says, still pointedly not looking at Lucifer. ]
And, and...
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I didn't have a good experience with angels. Sorry.
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[ As weird as everything is, it's relatively peaceful. Which Savia is deeply grateful for. ]
I don't think we've introduce ourselves. My name's Savia Constantin. It's a pleasure to meet you.
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[ He definitely doesn't blame her at all. He pauses on eating to politely respond to her without any food in his mouth. ]
It's nice to meet you, Savia. My name is Lucifer.
[ Now, he wonders what other food they can try? ]
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L-l-luci...
[ She immediately looks at her wrist and the glowing band of light there. The Glory Regalia, embodiment of the spark of creation and held together by the will of the angel who wished to experience the joy of the creator himself... Lucifer. ]
Why did you... why does Metatron want to destroy me like he wanted to destroy you? Am I that much of a threat to the architecture of heaven because I have the fragment of The Creator now?!
[ She's trembling, because she's too worked up over this. Savia stands her ground though, even though waves of emotion are crashing over her. ]
Metatron instigated a war because he wants complete obedience of man to Heaven! He wants to destroy the free will you gave man and I never asked to be your conduit!!
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Metatron? Creator? ] I--
[ He hardly has the breath to utter a word when she continues, words sharp to cut the air with. Lips press together as the words lash out and he merely takes it with patience. He does not recognize Savia, nor does it ring any memories of his time alive, so while there is some misunderstanding here.. it still strikes a cord in her.
He tries to be sympathetic. ] I'm afraid I have no recollection of what it is you're talking about, but even so.. I'm sorry that it has caused you such stress and pain.
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So she looks at him, dumbfounded and fiddling her hands. ]
You don't?
[ Savia grasps her left wrist, the bracelet of light on it shining in the lights of the festival around there. ]
It's... it's an uncommon name.
[ She says, still pointedly not looking at Lucifer. ]
And, and...
[ h e l p ]
I didn't have a good experience with angels. Sorry.